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What Are You Thinking
Rain on the moon
It fell, like tears
Impossible, never
The trees turned blue
The sky green
I whispered all my dreams
My every endeavor
Leather to lace
A warm embrace
Stop the sensation
Before it's too late
Make of it what you will
Time stood still
My heart stopped beating
My lungs stopped breathing
The gravel bled
Red through the crevices
The roses turned black
On my white windowsill
Purple tears
What are you thinking
Isn't this the end
